Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.